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picnic990: Thanks, and no, I don't think so, mainly because when I was envisioning this (I should have written it in, will address in this chapter, but will definitely keep in mind next time), that like, drunk pureblood supremacists kind of joined into the group, and who Harry fought weren't full fledged Death Eaters.

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

Watching the Bulgarian seeker fly was quite something. There was a gracefulness in the air that no one seemed to be able to match. Harry thought he was fair on a broom, something that the Potter men seemed to share, and while he had no particular love for Quidditch, he would be a fool to discount Krum's skill at the sport. The Wronski Feint that Krum pulled off against Lynch was even more impressive given the stakes and the speed at which they were competing with each other.

He looked around, and Susan and Hannah were having a great time. While Susan's aunt Director Bones had not been able to come, David, Hannah's father, had been given the tickets that she had acquired. Then, the girls were able to get Harry to come, who had no previous plans.

Harry didn't have much of a home life. He told his parents that he would be going to the world cup with some friends. He already knew from listening to James's and Thomas's conversations that there would be enough seats for "friends and family", which didn't include him.

Harry hadn't been a part of the family since that fateful Halloween. All Harry could remember from then was the sound of sobbing and a flash of green. After then, the house elves took care of Harry. Or so he assumed from the fact that as far as he could remember, it was they who took care of them, and his parents never spared any love for him. Once he was five, he started to take care of himself. He could do most basic things by himself, and since his family didn't want him by their side, he obliged them, immersing himself in books. Most of them were magical, some were non-magical.

As he heard giggling, he looked back to his friends, the only two he had. Susan and Hannah were pointing at the field. "Look!"

As he looked, he shook his head. The referee, Mostafa, seemed to be dazed, and was trying to impress the Bulgarian mascots, the Veela.

"Well, we can't have that!" Bagman shouted, signaling for the medi-wizards to shake Mostafa out of his stupor.

"Man, the Veela allure is really something, huh? I can see guys all around entranced by it."

"Yea, but not you, Harry?" Hannah asked inquisitively. Harry was one of their only close male friends. Sure, she was on decent terms with the rest of their house, but befriending a Ravenclaw, especially the other Potter, tended to separate you a bit.

"I can feel it. It's hard to describe. It's almost like a subconscious will trying to bring me closer to them."

"Well, I'm glad that you aren't reduced to a slobbering mess like Ron Weasley," Susan noted, pointing to the offending party.

When Harry looked over, he indeed saw the youngest male Weasley gaping at mascots, making a fool of himself. He just shook his head and went back to the game.

It was mainly a slaughter, with the Irish scoring goal after goal. Finally, Harry caught sight of a flash of gold, and it seemed that Krum had seen it as well. He went into a dive, followed loosely by Lynch, who was still wary because of the Wronski Feint. It was only when it was too late that Lynch realized that this wasn't a feint.

However, the snitch wasn't going to give up without a fight, even against the best seeker in the world. It weaved, ducked, dived and did loops. Harry looked over at the score. 160 to 10, with the Irish in possession, speeding towards the goal hoops. Looking back to Krum, he saw Krum snatch the snitch...

but only just after he saw the Irish score go up 10 points

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman was shouting into the mic. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH, BUT IRELAND WINS!"

Susan moaned, expecting the Bulgarians to win, and Harry smirked a little bit, holding his hand out for the 5 galleons that promptly fell.

"I can't believe that you thought that the Irish would win. Bulgaria has Krum!"

"But Krum is just one person. Usually, the seeker makes or breaks a game. Usually."

As Harry, Susan, and Hannah were relaxing in the tent, they heard some yelling and commotion. David poked his head outside of the tent to take a look at what was happening, and he quickly came back in with a panicked look on his face.

"Get up, we have to get out of here."

Harry quickly packed his bag, waving his wand. He learned that as long as he was in a place with a lot of other wizards and witches, he could get away with using magic. It was all about timing.

He came out of the tent with Susan and Hannah right behind him, and saw chaos. Tents were on fire, spells were being thrown around, and people were running every which way, presumably to get to any portkeys they used to get here.

"Stick together, and let's get to the portkey everyone," David yelled over the noise.

They started to move, weaving throughout the ever changing current of people, and were near the edge of the campsite when someone ran through them, separating them.

"Harry!" Susan called for him, but the flow of people pushed them apart. After a couple of minutes, Harry sighed, and would have to hope that the two girls got out okay. They seemed like they were getting ahead of him anyway, so they probably got to the portkey before he could have. He decided to just Disapparate, a skill he picked up late last year.

Just as he was about to leave, he was distracted by the color of some spell fire and a cry of pain. By the time he had located the source, he saw a figure running away towards the forest. When he looked back, he saw another person on the ground being approached by a group of people. A flash of blue came from the grounded figure, hitting one of the people. 'A reductor,' he assumed.

Afterwards he saw the figure go down among some spell fire, and he decided to go towards them to see what was going on. As he got closer, he could see a girl and 10 men.

"I suppose I could use some practice," Harry muttered to himself, seeing as he couldn't very well at Potter Manor.

With that, his face changed, his hair turning white and his eyes turning blue. He smiled, forming a small ice crystal in his hand that he played with.

He announced his presence with a "Well, this doesn't look very nice, now does it?" Inwardly, he winced at how stupid that sounded, but it was too late.

"Piss off boy. The adults here are having fun, aren't they deary?"

Boy. Anger filled him at that word. As the 'leader' of the group reached his hand out to girl, he sent a Cutting curse towards the offending party. With a thud, the man's hand fell to the floor at the girl's feet, accompanied by a strangled screaming noise from the man.

A hail of spells came towards his way, and he waved his hand up, raising a wall of ice. Spells of all sorts slammed into the wall, sending shards of ice everywhere from the collisions. He felt a small drain from creating so much ice from nothing, but it was nothing like the first time he had tried any sort of ice creation. He waved his hand again, willing of the ice shards to start coming back towards him. 'I don't see any masks, so they're not Death Eaters. Just drunks and idiots.' Harry was almost disappointed.

He could see concern on the girl's face as more powerful spells slammed into the ice, but he just smirked. Right as the wall shattered, he could see looks of triumph on his attackers' faces before he summoned the girl and willed the ice to circle him in a whirlwind. He heard cursing and more spells hit the whirlwind.

"Don't worry, this wall will hold and absorb more spell fire," he said to the girl. As he got a good look, he could see she was dazed. Probably from all of the events and the blood loss. She had platinum blonde hair, and sapphire blue eyes.

'What a coincidence,' he mused. 'I wonder if she's even able to tell what's going on.' While looking similar, there were some differences. His hair was white, and his eyes were lighter. A resemblance could be mistaken however.

Harry was starting to get bored. Last year, this would have given him a lot of trouble. But practice made something like this easy. If these were all Death Eaters, there's no way he would have won. At least, not with the current strategy. He lazily formed some ice spikes from the shards, before sending them to their targets. Not a single attacker even realized what had happened before they had a hole in their chest.

"Somnus." With that, he put her to sleep. He stopped channeling the ice, and let his features morph back to what they originally were. 'It's so nice to automatically have a disguise when I use my powers." He also went ahead and did some healing, essentially just enough to set the bone and close the wound.

He picked up the girl. 'Oof, someone might have to lay off the sweets. Or maybe I'm just weak.' He may have been athletic and quick, but that did not mean strong.

As he began walking, he saw a tent illuminated by fire and wand light. As he got close, he used his wand to alert them to his presence. He saw a couple walk out along with some Aurors, all with wands raised.

"DON'T FIRE!" the man of the couple shouted. "What do you want?"

Harry simply put her down. He really didn't want to risk getting closer. Then he disapparated.

As the world stopped spinning, he wound up some distance away from the Abbot residence, and made his presence known.

"HARRY!" Susan and Hannah both tackled him, leaving a squeamish Harry underneath the two girls. "Where have you been?! We were all so worried when you got separated from us!"

"Sorry, after I got separated, I spent some time looking for you guys, but I couldn't, and then got distracted by some commotion." 'Not the full truth, but not a lie.' Susan seemed to be a little doubtful, but let it slide in the moment.

"How did you get back?" David inquired.

"I found a medical tent, and someone came out and helped me.''

"Well, it's good that you're safe son."

Son. That was a word he didn't ear often. It felt foreign, strange.

"Thanks," Harry replied awkwardly. "I'll go back to Potter Manor now. Bye Susan, Hannah, Mr. Abbot."

As he stepped into the fireplace, he saw a rush of green before appearing in the foyer of the Manor. His mother was there, and Harry honestly didn't know what she wanted from him.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

Harry shrugged as he answered, "At the World Cup, just like everyone else."

"With whom?"

"The Abbots and Susan Bones. Why the sudden interest in my life? You never cared before."

Harry saw as Lily visibly flinched at that. He wondered what the change of heart was, but shrugged and made off for his room. He didn't feel like figuring out his family. Trying to figure them out was as difficult as trying to get to intimately know a stranger in a day. Possible, but high unlikely.

He sighed as he reached his room. It was fairly simple: it had a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a bookshelf. Ok maybe more than one bookshelf. Ten. Thomas never seemed to care if any books went missing, and James never noticed any books missing from the Potter Library either.

He fell on his bed, soaking in how comfortable it was. It was almost more comfortable knowing that everything here was bought by himself. He then sighed and decided he should keep practicing tomorrow, and went to his bookshelf. He removed some books from a shelf, and pressed in a on secret button. That caused a book to pop out. He carved a small space and then used an Undetectable Expansion charm on it, so the small wall of the bookshelf could hide a book.

He sat down with a book that he had probably read 100 times, even the parts that didn't apply to him or ice, just for a hint of knowledge or inspiration: Elementals.